The library was so quiet it felt unsettling.
There seemed to be nothing here beyond the two rows of welcome slogans, just endless corridors and neatly arranged bookshelves. The boundaries of the library were shrouded in deep darkness, with limited light illuminating the corridors. This light seemed to come from nowhere and was so faint it felt it could extinguish at any moment.
Flor once mentioned the wisdom trials, claiming it was the easiest of the three trials.
In fact, it seemed more like a reward than a trial.
A library where you can find the secrets you want to know.
Ethan wandered between the bookshelves. Most of the books appeared old, their covers nearly identical, bearing no titles, only a single date indicating the contents within.
"These are Sincaro's memories."
Such an idea suddenly dawned on Ethan.
